How MBLAQ and H1N1 were introduced
Title: How MBLAQ and H1N1 were introduced
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: Way too many lmao
Genre: Crack/Drabble
Rating: R
Summary: The title pretty much says it all. It's ridiculous idek.
Comments are lovely~ ;D
Joon's jawline haunted them. Privately and collectively, they suffered from it. Seungho had taken up thrashing his pillow while G.O serenely drank coffee in the mornings, but it never took away the itch.
After a while Mir caught on. He was worried for Joon's safety, the same way you'd be worried for some sweet little prancing thing on the verge of being devoured by lions. Every time Joon even began a smirk or a grin or the worst of them all - one of those stupid laughs - Mir clamped his hand over his mouth and loudly proclaimed that everyone should just calm the fuck down before beginning a completely irrelevant topic.
Once that started up, Thunder's suspicions came next. He confronted Seungho during one of his frustration episodes, and it all came out very inappropriately, with desperate hand gestures and a faraway look.
“Then just have sex with him or something,” Thunder simply shrugged, walking out of the room, already bored with the conversation. Five minutes later he was whining that he was hungry.
It was the perfect solution. Brilliant. But practically impossible to do on a whim. So Seungho and G.O consulted each other late into the night, sharing excited whispers underneath the sheets - fantasies about just how flexible Joon could really be from all the dance training. Mir lay horrified and aroused in his bed. Thunder just wanted the schoolgirls to shut up so he could get some sleep. Joon and his beautiful jawline were completely unaware.
The plan began next morning, when G.O steered Mir away from the others for a quick chat. The youngest always had to be dealt with first. He did the most unnecessary talking.
“So don't say anything to Joonie, alright?” G.O's voice somehow remained both incredibly pleasant and incredibly threatening, just like the hand slapped warmly to Mir's shoulder, making him cough out a few breaths. Seungho always called that his best attribute, the mustache being a close second.
But Mir wouldn't budge. He was Joon's last chance for a normal life.
“Unless you'd feel more comfortable with the situation if you joined in,” G.O offered smoothly
.
Screw a normal life.
With Mir suddenly involved, Seungho felt that seducing Thunder was the only noble, courteous, and responsible thing to do next. He would feel too guilty if the other was left out, if he felt neglected and isolated while his fellow band members enjoyed a quick and dirty romp in the bedroom. No. He had strict obligations as a leader to take care of everyone. It was a difficult job, but someone had to do it.
In reality Seungho only had to moisten his lips with his tongue for Thunder to cave. One exception.
“Just don't make me wear that damn wig again.”
The beginning of that night was smeared with sweat and limbs and the two eldest constantly competing for every square inch of Joon's bare skin. Mir couldn't stop the devouring, but he could join in. Besides, he had forgotten one little thing while defending the other - Joon was a whore for attention. He could argue about it as much as he wanted, it wouldn't erase the fact that he tried perfecting the best angle for flashing his stomach in the bathroom mirror. For weeks.
If he had been brutally honest, Thunder had never found Joon's jawline sexy before. It only got that way with the help of Seungho's mouth and G.O's rough kisses and the way Mir lapped at him like a cat. Another shrug before Thunder finally joined in the mayhem.
What was the worst that could happen, anyways?
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: Way too many lmao
Genre: Crack/Drabble
Rating: R
Summary: The title pretty much says it all. It's ridiculous idek.
Comments are lovely~ ;D
Joon's jawline haunted them. Privately and collectively, they suffered from it. Seungho had taken up thrashing his pillow while G.O serenely drank coffee in the mornings, but it never took away the itch.
After a while Mir caught on. He was worried for Joon's safety, the same way you'd be worried for some sweet little prancing thing on the verge of being devoured by lions. Every time Joon even began a smirk or a grin or the worst of them all - one of those stupid laughs - Mir clamped his hand over his mouth and loudly proclaimed that everyone should just calm the fuck down before beginning a completely irrelevant topic.
Once that started up, Thunder's suspicions came next. He confronted Seungho during one of his frustration episodes, and it all came out very inappropriately, with desperate hand gestures and a faraway look.
“Then just have sex with him or something,” Thunder simply shrugged, walking out of the room, already bored with the conversation. Five minutes later he was whining that he was hungry.
It was the perfect solution. Brilliant. But practically impossible to do on a whim. So Seungho and G.O consulted each other late into the night, sharing excited whispers underneath the sheets - fantasies about just how flexible Joon could really be from all the dance training. Mir lay horrified and aroused in his bed. Thunder just wanted the schoolgirls to shut up so he could get some sleep. Joon and his beautiful jawline were completely unaware.
The plan began next morning, when G.O steered Mir away from the others for a quick chat. The youngest always had to be dealt with first. He did the most unnecessary talking.
“So don't say anything to Joonie, alright?” G.O's voice somehow remained both incredibly pleasant and incredibly threatening, just like the hand slapped warmly to Mir's shoulder, making him cough out a few breaths. Seungho always called that his best attribute, the mustache being a close second.
But Mir wouldn't budge. He was Joon's last chance for a normal life.
“Unless you'd feel more comfortable with the situation if you joined in,” G.O offered smoothly
.
Screw a normal life.
With Mir suddenly involved, Seungho felt that seducing Thunder was the only noble, courteous, and responsible thing to do next. He would feel too guilty if the other was left out, if he felt neglected and isolated while his fellow band members enjoyed a quick and dirty romp in the bedroom. No. He had strict obligations as a leader to take care of everyone. It was a difficult job, but someone had to do it.
In reality Seungho only had to moisten his lips with his tongue for Thunder to cave. One exception.
“Just don't make me wear that damn wig again.”
The beginning of that night was smeared with sweat and limbs and the two eldest constantly competing for every square inch of Joon's bare skin. Mir couldn't stop the devouring, but he could join in. Besides, he had forgotten one little thing while defending the other - Joon was a whore for attention. He could argue about it as much as he wanted, it wouldn't erase the fact that he tried perfecting the best angle for flashing his stomach in the bathroom mirror. For weeks.
If he had been brutally honest, Thunder had never found Joon's jawline sexy before. It only got that way with the help of Seungho's mouth and G.O's rough kisses and the way Mir lapped at him like a cat. Another shrug before Thunder finally joined in the mayhem.
What was the worst that could happen, anyways?